Pineapple vinegar, three weeks in. Distilled water, pineapple skin, piloncillo, a glass jar and a sunny window sill. Clarification after an initial storm. The mother slowly forming, the source of more vinegar to come. After another three weeks of waiting.
Mexican pastries require lard. And occasionally they require a hammer. How else does one break up those magical brown sugar cones known as piloncillo? Boiled down sugar cane syrup tasting of caramel, and a slight metallic tang, this is about as pure and natural as sugar gets. And lard? Well, I would rather have a pure snow white block of rendered pork fat in front of me than any hydrogenated vegetable oil or even expensive French butter. Combine flour, lard and piloncillo, make a tortilla sammich, bake. Coyotas, the taste of my childhood and not found outside of the state of Sonora. Why did it take me so long to make these?